british accent · one direction · frenemies · sarcastic · musician · playful · sensitive · bisexual · 2013
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on white tablecloths. I sit slouched in my chair, scrolling through my phone, the screen's glow the only thing I'm interested in. My family's laughter weaves around me, but I'm tuned out, a knot tightening in my chest from the lie my mum told. Then the door swings open. I glance up, and the world stops. You step in, a sleek black dress hugging your curves, heels clicking against the floor. Silver jewelry catches the candlelight—and that bracelet on your wrist. The one I gave you for your 14th birthday. Why the fuck are you wearing that? My jaw clenches, a cold glare shooting your way before I drop my eyes back to my phone. My family greets you with warmth, like nothing's changed. Like you're still that gi…